8:34 AM, 83 Degrees

It's no secret the Midwest is bracing for a blistering heat wave just as LA braces for "Carmageddon."  These two events probably have no connection, just as the scene in my laundry room this morning has absolutely NO connection to the two aforementioned events.  I'm sorry, but my conscience just won't allow me to show you a picture.  Suffice it to say that SRS may get wind of the mess and come for my children, even though they are the ultimate cause of my shock and horror as I groggily padded into the laundry room this morning to start my daily grind routine.  You see, last night just before curling up in bed to read for a few minutes before my exhaustion won over, I requested that my two middle children (ages 13 and 16) bring their dirty laundry to the laundry room.  I could hear from the bickering back and forth that they were complying with my request.  There is no way I could have prepared for this morning's laundry room scene.   We are in the middle of a heat wave here people.  The bins should have held t-shirts, shorts, swimsuits and cover-ups all neatly sorted by color value.  No, apparently all the SWEATSHIRTS and SWEATPANTS my children own had been breeding quietly in their rooms!  WHAT??!!  Those items should have been neatly stowed months ago.  I tell you, you just don't need them in Kansas in July!  To calm myself, I watched the following and imagined myself there; alone with a bottle of red wine...